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Do You Prefer Women?
It was starry outside Merlin's house, and the sky was as beautiful as ever. On the roof, as Cloud's birthday party went on loudly into the night in the house, much to the owner's dismay, two people sat, staring at the sky as the deafening sound of a drunk Leon singing "Simple and Clean" by Utada Hikaru over and over again went on to annoy the Hell out of the attendants of the party.
Sora and Tifa were outside, thinking about many things, namely males and females.
Now, there was a question biting at Sora as he sat, looking at the woman that was sitting next to him, smiling silently to herself. He was tempted to ask, but he felt it was rude.
'You got something on your mind, Shorty?' Tifa started, startling Sora.
As Tifa looked at Sora, he seemed to struggle with himself at restraining to ask that question. Fighting Xemnas was easier than fighting with himself, but there was logic in his words, after all, he did beat Xemnas, that meant that he was stronger and since he was strong it would prove futile to beat his own self. Logic solved; one point for Sora.
'Tifa, can I ask you a question?' he started.
'Go ahead, shoot, fire, whatever…' she gave a series of answers; Sora blinked.
'Promise you won't get mad?'
'What? You gonna ask me my bra size or something?'
'NO!'
'Oh yeah, that's right, you should…'
'Tifa.'
'Okay; shoot it my way.'
'Okay, here it goes.' Sora took in a deep breath, 'Do you prefer women?'
Tifa blinked; and followed it up with a surprised expression and thena giggle.
A snigger…
More sniggering, this time with tears in the corners of her eyes…
Howling laughter…
'Why?' she managed to say, despite her uncontrollable laughter.
'Well, it's just that I assumed that because of your physical (Tifa giggled loudly when Sora started to blush at this) attributes, and your athletic activities, as well as you showing no affection to any guy I've seen so far I thought that you were perhaps… homo?'
A snigger…
More sniggering, this time with tears forming in the corners of her eyes…
Howling laughter…
'WELL?'
A second passed, and Sora soon found himself pinned against the roof by his arms.
A smirking Tifa was above him; he could feel her hot breath over his face. Animalistic in a way, Tifa kissed him roughly, as Sora responded to her actions. A hot moment later, the woman stopped all her movements with a repeated devilish smirk.
'Does that answer your question?'
'Yup.'
Silence…
Sora smirked…
'You know Tifa, I still don't know your bra size.'